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StoryLady of Angels - Part 4 rosaliekempthorne28 years 9 months ago
StoryLady of Angels - Part 3 rosaliekempthorne18 years 10 months ago
StoryLady of Angels - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne18 years 10 months ago
StoryLady of Angels - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StoryWhite rosaliekempthorne58 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StoryBlue rosaliekempthorne38 years 10 months ago
StoryGreen rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StoryGrey rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StorySaffron rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StorySilver rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
StoryRed rosaliekempthorne28 years 10 months ago
CollectionColours rosaliekempthorne08 years 10 months ago
StoryRe-Emergence rosaliekempthorne49 years 1 week ago
StoryQueen: For All the Long Days to Come rosaliekempthorne29 years 2 weeks ago
StorySpring Where You Are rosaliekempthorne29 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Step in the Great Journey - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne29 years 5 months ago
Story A Step in the Great Journey - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne09 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Actress rosaliekempthorne29 years 6 months ago
StoryUnder the Bed - Part 2 rosaliekempthorne29 years 6 months ago
StoryUnder the Bed - Part 1 rosaliekempthorne19 years 6 months ago
StoryFifty-Fifty rosaliekempthorne59 years 9 months ago
StoryUnguarded Letters rosaliekempthorne09 years 9 months ago
StoryAlien Interviews rosaliekempthorne39 years 10 months ago

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My stories

Gold cherry

Hard to Say Goodbye

It’s hard to say goodbye. You tell yourself you’re prepared, you’re committed. But here, now, in the garden by the fence, I’m not. Rhonda stands...
Cherry

So, Choose

You stand on a precipice. Or maybe it’s more like you’re standing at a crossroads. A T Junction. And all the paths are in shadow. Maybe literally:...

Blood Red and Beautiful

You show up at my place. Pull up ostentatiously in the driveway with the gift of a bottle of wine. It’s red and expensive, it catches in the porch...

Santa

We left them out on the windowsill – me and Pippa – piles of breadcrumbs, and crusts, maybe a few vegetable peelings. The sun would be setting, and...
Cherry

Childhood

My grandmother was eighty-four when she gave me the box. It was musty and dog-eared, and held together with masking tape. And in it: a collection of...

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